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Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Meow

The bitches at the grocery store discuss me--They say, "get a load of her broad nose,And short hair;She's fucked upBeyond repair,"Like they all just won pageants or something.I smell like the trees I live in--The ones I drag their boyfriends up intoAfter I close my jawsOver their facesIn a fatal kiss.Just a little revenge,A touch of mischief,But I do think, as I snap their squeezes' greasy bones,Discuss this,Bitches.Then again, a gal could turn herself hard that way.She could start to hateStore clerks,Hyenas,And the like,If she dwelt on them and the vile soundsThey send out into the world.There are better things to think aboutFor such as me--For such a pussycat,Such a remarkable,Sweet honey-eyedKiller of a girl.

I once needed a big dose of this. Maybe I'll copy it and start posting on ice rink bulletin boards - thorny bitches always there ready to prick!I try to remember they're moms wanting to build shields around their own, but one never understands why that makes them aggressively mean and bitter. Always good to be reminded that those briars wind through all of life. Excellent Shay

'Like they all just won pageants or something.' I was just thinking about the awful end of high school where all the nerd boys rated the girls and decided who was worthy of dating, they were remarkably cruel and circulated the list (so like the beginning of Facebook). I'm rambling because I'm gnashing my teeth (like I could really bite – yeah, I’m a big cat, well, a girl can dream). Magnificent.

Sometimes it is hard not to let the crazies get to you, but you're right. It's not worth it. Knowing that and living that can be worlds apart though. But I'll never understand why they have to be so nasty sometimes. Ugh. You go, pussycat

Funny, that this predator would as soon break the necks of those bitches as drink the blood of their boyfriends and then round back to drawl claws across these said gals' back doors. Kissy kissy meow meow meow. A complex habitat ... - Brendan

I smell like cilantro, jalapenos, frijoles and maiz. When I walk by people they start to drool and have the insatiable lQQk. I think they want to devour me. Sometimes I wish I smelled like my treehouse.

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“I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” ― Jack London, The Turtles of Tasman

"The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all." — Ted Hughes

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